If there is a song beautiful and powerful and haunting enough to steal, this is it. But buy it instead...

I love our home boys BTNH and this song - but are we stealing from bone by putting their content places like here, vie YouTube?

Here is what the Bone fan who posted this song on YouTube writes on his YouTube page about posting Bone videos, here:

I have no rights over the song or artwork. I make no money with these videos. I simply post them up because I am a huge Bone Thugs fan. Support the music industry as well as the artist by purchasing their music.

BTNH says "If you a soldier and you know it, hold your head up high and keep stompin' in your big black boots and don't worry!"

Perhaps BTNH should worry more about this. Bone - email Keith - tpgwinston [at] gmail [dot] com

Punk Avant Garage art phenomenon Ubu Projex has a very different approach on this issue of Internet impurity.

Cleveland rappers and punks should get together.

    Krayzie

    Everything's goin' to be all right, it's gon' be all right! Everything's goin' to be all right, (it's

    gonna be all right) all right. [*4]

    So don't you worry about a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry about a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby) [*3]

    Now I dedicate this to all of my niggas, that's dreamin'. Schemin' on making a million, trying to

    feed they children. Them police keep comin' around and keep tryin' to beat you down and take

    you out. Nigga, don't worry, God don't like evil. Shit is so clear that they came and see

    through, but no matter what we do (it matter what we do) We gon' be strugglin' forever,

    runnin' forever. The way that I see it, it won't get no better, until Armageddon proves that it's

    not a legend. It's kind of hard to view paradise (paradise). But if you try, just close your eyes,

    you can view it (you can view it). But reality hits you, as soon as you open your eyes, you'll

    find that you still live a fucked up life (life) and the streets done took over your mind. Figured

    you got to survive, so somebody got to die. Too strong to break down and cry, but I'm askin'

    God to come help us, please God!

    Krayzie

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby) [*2]

    Wish

    Some of y'all niggas really can't fight. Better get it together, better act right. Cause when you

    fuck with Bone, better come with some, better have your shit right. And don't be plannin' no

    future on nuttin' you heard, nigga. He say/She say get you fucked up, killa! And I'm goin'

    ride. Won't lose no sleep over nuttin'. You can say we frontin', but all these years, face to face,

    ain't nobody said nuttin'. Livin' in these wicked days, tryin' to get over my wicked ways. Time

    after time, I know we try, but we losin' this life game, damn! And I don't want to go out like

    that, not me! Baby, Bone got what you want. Physically, you don't wanna bleed. Ah

    la-la-la—la-la. Hit 'em hard, it's gonna be all right, all right, all right!

    Krayzie

    So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby).

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby)

    Bizzy

    And don't you worry ‘bout a damn thing! And don't you worry ‘bout a damn thing!

    With all odds against us. Prayin' to God. Got me runnin' for the fences aimin' at these

    henchmen. Litigation, can't see me, my clip, or the extra extension. I sit in my basement like

    it's a crackhouse, boys! Blackout ‘cause I was paranoid, he enjoys. While I avoid. Deploy

    some old crooks ‘cause bitches won't put money on your books. Destroy! Double-eye. Died

    watchin' double signs with the crook. All that damn chronic. Henn done got me out some

    hellified times. It's televised the crucify. Promised and admonished. Nobody can stop us!

    Where the shootout? How many niggas you kill? How many niggas for real? Like Larry

    Duwell as long as I live fortified, strategize like "Ooh Child!" Niggas can blast at me, bitches

    can pass me. Fuck a chicken and listen—don't, don't!

    Krayzie

    So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby).

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby).

    Flesh

    I remember like yesterday, way back in the day comin' up—Moms used to read to me

    everyday, through the evening, even through the afternoon, and the dawn. The Book of

    Pslams! So, I'm wanderin' off through the wilderness, humble through the valley of the

    shadow of death. Will they hunt me down? All the evil people? Hail my mother, went before

    the gates. Stack shall prevail! Lately, been havin' these flashes. Seein' this amazing view and

    it ain't nothin'! No seein', believin', Heaven in front of you that's what I'm havin' now, déjà

    vu! Now when they lay me down, down to sleep, down to sleep. I pray for the Lord then the

    Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, soul to keep! And if I should die before I wake up, wake up,

    wake up, wake up! I pray for the Lord to have mercy on our souls, so please Lord take us! I

    say that my mama beaten, no, no, no more crying, drying eyes. Nigga locked up at Wasteside,

    couldn't read the papers back to my step-dad when he died!” So, finally got a release date and I

    slide back to the county, nigga back to the life—Hoorah! Finna touch back home, don't worry

    ‘bout a damn thing, everything clear to me. All right. Off through the door. So bright like a

    knight in shinin' armor. Hug my wife, my sons, my daughter. Ain't no more reason to be

    feelin' harmed.

    Krayzie

    So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby).

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby).

    Layzie

    Look nigga, I ain't worried about nothin' ‘cause it's a little thing I know called faith! All you

    need is much as a mustard seed and the Lord will keep you safe. Whatever don't kill you will

    make you stronger—I promise you that! Just keep on pushin'. If you slip, you fall and you

    hurt yourself, then the Lord will provide your cushion. Determination, rules the nation.

    Whatever you facin', just be a man! Believin' in the death before dishonor, shake the drama

    and take the stand. For a nigga like me, see, it didn't come easy. A nigga had to struggle and

    fight. At a point in time in my life, it was like a nigga just can't get it right! To all of my

    family, Layzie loves you and I never take shit for granted. Feelin' so wicked off on this planet,

    man, fuck tryin' to understand it! That's why I stay focused, thuggin' the loc'est. Stackin'

    my bricks ‘til I form the fist. Mama never said it'd be like this, but nigga, I'll be ready for

    anything! Remember to never count your eggs before they hatch. About precision, timin' and

    vision. Get up and go, and don't turn back! If you a soldier and you know it, hold your head

    up high—and keep stompin' in your big black boots and don't worry!

    Krayzie

    So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby).

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.

    Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby). [*2]

    Bang!